Freedom in the Pen

Once Upon A Time

the Pen was Mine

to Write the words

No-One wanted Heard

 

 

Then one day I Started Caring

Became less Dareing

the Pen was Lost

Rampent Thoughts Fought

 

 

You can see the Ink drip out my Eyes

though the Tears that I Cried

with All these Fears Trapped inside

picked up the Pen Again to be my scribe

 

 

No longer Lost

the battles Fought

No need to Wonder when

I now Regain Freedom in the Pen  

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